Bonnie Neville, Journalist

Their performance is sans bravado or wank and they play hard, however shy the crowd. They are furiously good.

Few bands can really penetrate music of the by-gones and deliver their inspired creation with authenticity. Sown with a similar weft as Mojo Juju & The Snake Oil Merchants or Gogol Bordello, Rapskallion do.

Mark Lanegan could well be the bastard child of Mr Waits and a demonic temptress.